Chuck: Dan, check out this Neil video, kind of makes me think of you. Is it retarded or genius? And like, what’s with the apple?
Dan: That’s his ipod.
Chuck: Oh yeah, duh, that’s hilarious.
Dan: He does think it’s funny… maybe he made a pipe out of it later?
Chuck: Genius.
http://neilyoung.com/forkintheroad/forkintheroadvideo.html
Here's the video from Neil's upcoming record "Fork in the Road"
Feeling a little off today. I leave you with this poem….
Enjoy,
CP
Sick
by Shel Silverstein
“I cannot go to school today,”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there’s one more—that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut—my eyes are blue—It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke—
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is—what?
What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play!”
In the last few weeks I got a taste of Hollywood lunacy while choking the monkey with Songwriter/Producer trickster Angelo in Nashburg. We’ve been writing/recording songs for an upcoming film directed by Mark Ruffalo starring James Franco as “The Stain”.
What’s the saying? Dickinson told us: “You know the deal with Opera—they say it’s not over until the fat lady sings? Well, in rock and roll it ain’t over until the monkey chokes.”
Meanwhile we’re writing one more song over the phone. I think we’re getting closer. The whole project’s actually been a hoot for a couple of doofus’s looking to catch a break.
Meanwhile, did anyone else pony up for for the Manny Pacquiao/Oscar De La Hoya HBO pay-per-view fight last night? That was my reward to myself. I was corresponding this AM with Brink’s own Guy Williams aka The Swamp Dog (himself a bad-ass pugilist in his day). Boy, what an incredibly likeable pair Manny Pacquiao and his trainer Freddie Roach are.
Is it just me? How could you not pull for them? Roach with his Parkinson’s, and that little Manny smiling to the crowd, crouching down and praying on his knees in his corner. Those two—they’re like some Howard Hawkes western heroes. Manny as the small town Sheriff who enlists the over the hill cripple against the men in black. Very John Wayne.
Pacquiao came out sizzling. “Blinding damn speed” said Guy. Left hook raging. Round after round pounding on De La Hoya.
Between rounds, Roach was heard to say, “Son, you’re too fast for him, just keep doing what you’re doing.”
As so it went for 8 rounds until they threw in the towel.
Phew.
Good times don’t last forever. Open Mind Music RIP.
Yes, my friends, once again we must report that due to changing times, rising rents and greedy “super size me” developers, Henry Wimmer’s Open Mind Music closed it’s doors once and for all.
Before they toss up a Staples in its place, we celebrated with a kegger. I dragged my PA down, and we had a cluster-lunch of bands playing in the shop all day. The kegger shin-dig turned out to be a cool event. Crazy Horse minus Neil was riveting. Meri St. Meri came out of retirement. Tom Heyman played, Ray played, the legendary comedian Barry Sobel had us slapping our thighs. Hayes Carl and his gang came down the sidewalk wearing their guitars like gunslingers after their soundcheck down the street at the Du Nord, John Murry, Eric McFadden, Mike Therieau, Phil Crumar, Penelope Houston all brought it.
I wasn’t able to make my way through to the Soundtrack section, or the Country section at all. I had planned to get back to the store. By the time I did, it was tumbleweeds man. (see picture).
It was a great send off. It could have been a lot worse. A LOT worse. It could have rained! John Murry could have stiffed me on the Milkshake he owed me (he didn’t).
We could have run out of beer!
I might have a new career as a sound-man. I did get a lot of encouraging compliments on the sound. Thanks very much.
Power to the people,
CP
The Lee Hazlewood Tribute at the Make-Out Room
Tom Heyman and co. were the backing band for this cavalcade of starz singing a Lee song (or two).
Meghan Edwards, Meryl Press, Charlie Knote, Jeffrey Luck Lucas, Josh Polluck, Stephie Finch, Kelley Stoltz and more, all took turns singing Lee songs.
Some classic, some obscure, all twisted gems.
Marcos deserves a medal for the organizing the event. CVS ran sound.
When Dan Stuart and I met Lee, by chance, in a Scottsdale AZ. studio years ago, we asked him what if any new music he was into. Lee, who was genuinely surprised we knew who he was, started raving about Bobby McFerrin’s, “Don’t Worry Be Happy” which was a big hit at the time. Lee knew what time it was. Lee was a kinky dude.
Lee was a kinky dude. The Jim Thompson of rock and roll if there ever was one. When Lee Hazlewood passed away last year he left behind a mess of great songs. Like Thompson, he wasn’t fully appreciated in his time, and dismissed as a hack.
Not anymore.
Come to think of it, that’s the kind of plot twist those guys might appreciate.
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